My Healing Game

"The rag doll itself is also a toy." Han Fei flipped the trash can with a sharp knife to make sure that the rag doll was not hiding inside.

It may be that the sound of turning over the trash and toys was too loud. Footsteps came from a house next door. Soon the door was opened, and a man with a big back and hair spray opened the door and shouted outside: "How many times have I said it? Be gentle when collecting garbage. If you want to pick up something, move it downstairs for me to pick it up, and don't stop at my door."

The man's face was speechless, and his eyes were full of disgust, but soon his eyes changed.

He saw Han Fei, who was wearing a white mask, take the sharp knife out of the belly of the toy, and then walked towards him.

The bottle full of hairspray fell to the ground. The slightly greasy man never thought that there would be two people standing in front of his house early in the morning, one was a wanted criminal and the other was also a wanted criminal.

"You have a lot of hair." Han Fei said indifferently, and this sentence may also be remembered by that man for a lifetime.

Going backwards, the owner of the house wanted to close the door, but Han Fei's five fingers had already grabbed the door.

"Good morning, my dear neighbor."

The strength of the two sides is no longer on the same level. How can a man's body that has not been exercised for a long time compete with Han Fei.

The security door was pulled open little by little, and the terrifying white smiling face occupied the man's field of vision.

Wearing slippers, he only remembered to call the police now, turned around and rushed to the landline in the house, but he only took one step before Han Fei locked his neck and covered his mouth.

"I won't hurt you, let me introduce myself..."

Before Han Fei could finish speaking, an emergency announcement came out on the TV that was playing the morning news in the living room. The police listed all the information on the eleven A-level wanted criminals at large. The second is Han Fei.

"If I said I wasn't a psychopathic serial killer, you wouldn't believe me, would you?" Han Fei grabbed the man's collar and pressed him onto the sofa.

"I believe, I really believe!" The man was panting nervously as he spoke, the fat on his face was shaking slightly, and his eyes were full of horror: "I can give you as much as you want! You have everything in this room. You can take it all, as long as it doesn't hurt me, I still have 10 million in the bank, and there are gold bars in the private safe, we can go and get it together."

"Do you think I'm doing it for money?" Han Fei sat opposite the man: "I'll ask you a few questions next. If you lie once, I'll cut off your hand."

The cold tone seemed to be telling a small daily matter. The man didn't even dare to move. The villains he saw on TV were simply weaker than the people in front of him.

"Ask, ask, I will never hide anything, and I will definitely not call the police." The man's eyes moved slightly, and cold sweat kept falling down his forehead.

"The first question." Han Fei raised a finger: "Who else is in this room besides you?"

The man blinked, and the sweat on his forehead had flowed into his eyes: "My wife and children are sleeping in the bedroom, and I'm used to getting up early."

"Is it just the two of them?" Han Fei took out his company: "Put your hand on the table."

The man's breathing became short, his hands shook, and his body leaned forward.

"From the time I entered the door to the present, you unconsciously glanced at the second bedroom several times. You are more worried about the people living in the second bedroom than your wife and children." Han Fei's voice came from under the mask, The man's heart is about to freeze.

"My wife and children sleep in the master bedroom, and my ex-wife's children sleep in the second bedroom."

"I understand your desire to protect your family, but you also have to understand that you only have two hands and two legs." Han Fei got up and sat next to the middle-aged man. Because of the fight against evil spirits, his body was still full of yin. It didn't dissipate, with a strong **** smell.

"Second question, have you ever seen a very worn rag doll, one eyeball was buttoned off and hung on its face, and the skirt on it was made of old clothes." Han Fei said a word every time , the man's face will turn a little worse, he should have remembered something.

"Are you here looking for that rag doll? I knew it was a disaster." The man was even more frightened: "I don't know when that rag doll came to my house. It was the first time I saw it. It was in the eldest son's room. I had a bad relationship with the eldest son, and I threw the doll away without thinking much, but I didn't expect the doll to appear in the eldest son's wardrobe later."

"In other words, that doll is your son's toy?" Han Fei narrowed his eyes slightly: "I see a lot of dolls piled up in the box at your door. Does your son like dolls very much?"

"No! He should have just picked up that rag doll unintentionally!" The middle-aged man folded his hands and begged: "Our family is doing our part, as long as you let us go this time, all your demands on me will do their best to satisfy them.”

"The third question." Han Fei's expression did not fluctuate: "Don't hide anything, I need to know the specific situation of your family, including why the relationship between you and your eldest son has deteriorated, and information about your ex-wife, And your eldest son's usual performance in life and study."

Han Fei wanted to figure out one thing, why the dolls were hiding in this community.

"My first wife died on the delivery bed. She was pregnant with twins, and the younger sister was not rescued. Only the eldest son was rescued by the doctor. But he seemed to be different from other children since he was a child. Too the same, withdrawn and weird, and hate to communicate with people." The middle-aged man said cautiously: "I have looked for a lot of doctors, but to no avail, he is very resistant to treatment, for this reason we often quarrel, and his condition is getting better and better. Bad."

"My sister and wife are dead, and only one child is left alive." Han Fei asked Li Guoer to watch the middle-aged man, and he walked towards the bedroom.

With the company in his hand, Han Fei slowly opened the door of the second bedroom.

The smell of air freshener wafted out of the house, and he saw a pale-skinned child with long hair in feminine pink pajamas lying on the bed.

The house is very clean, the desks are neatly tidied, the floors are spotless, the walls are covered with warm and lovely wallpaper, and the sheets are not wrinkled.

"This is your son? Are you raising him as a daughter?" Han Fei motioned for the middle-aged man to come over, and the other party was very aggrieved.

"I always wanted to make him more masculine, and I beat him many times for this, but the more I educated him, the more he resisted." The middle-aged man didn't dare to move, Li Guoer's knife was on his neck superior.

"Yes?"

Hearing the noise outside, the child on the bed opened his eyes. As if he had just woken up, he curled up in fear and hid his exposed legs under the quilt.

"Stop acting, you probably don't know the state of people waking up from sleep, right?" Han Fei held the knife forward, his fingertips pulling the somewhat dim red rope: "Before I came in, you were already awake, Did the rag doll running in just now wake you up?"

The long hair fell down and covered half of the boy's face. He was very good-looking. If his sister was still alive, it should be like this.

"Are you a brother or a sister?"

The blade was raised, and Han Fei's voice was suffocating. He didn't expect the ragdoll to hide in the place where the living people lived. In his impression, those terrifying ghosts were hidden in the old castle. Ghosts are indeed something special.

The boy moved his body backwards, he was weak and pitiful, his expression horrified, but there was a malicious hatred hidden in the depths of his eyes.

"Brother, let this child go." The middle-aged man said again: "He is mentally ill, he is a retarded fool, he can't recognize people clearly, and even if he sees you, he will definitely not say it."

"Many people are always deceived by the illusion they see. Maybe the wanted pervert murderer is saving you, and the relative living under the same roof wants to kill you." Han Fei explained again lazily. He raised his head, his nose twitched, and he smelled a faint rancid smell in the strong air freshener: "It's here."

Han Fei seems to be very good at hide-and-seek. He is very good at finding things, and he can infer a lot of things with a little detail.

Slowly approaching the single bed where the boy was lying, Han Fei suddenly swung a knife at the bed, the quilt was torn open, the cotton wool was exposed, and the bed sheet below was also cracked.

After seeing the power of Han Fei's knife, the middle-aged man became even more flustered, his voice began to tremble, and his body slowly squatted down: "Let him go, he is still a child, please, I can do everything Ability to match you."

"I slept all night, but the sheets didn't wrinkle at all, do you believe it?" Han Fei retracted his company: "Your son probably hasn't been in bed all night. Where will he be in the room? What are you doing behind your back?"

Grabbing the edge of the bed with one hand, Han Fei lifted the sheet as he approached the boy.

The stench that could not be concealed came from under the bed, and the sound of viscous liquid dripping could be heard, as if there was a huge stinky mouth under the single bed.

"Come down." Han Fei pointed the tip of the knife at the boy. After hesitating for a moment, he obediently got out of bed and stood beside him.

Without any hesitation, Han Fei lifted the bed plate with force!

The strong stench poured into the nostrils, and the bed board was covered with various pieces of clothing, and in the middle of all the fragments, there was an extremely ugly rag doll clutching the bed board tightly.

Its eyeballs hang by its mouth, most of its face has fallen off, and an arm has been lost.

"This..." The middle-aged man was dumbfounded, he never thought that there would be such a terrifying thing under his bed!

The thought of his son sleeping back-to-back with this ugly doll every night gave him a creepy feeling.

"Is it the clothes of the deceased that are pasted under the bed board? I think many of them are children's clothes. Did you kill those people?" Han Fei clung to his company. It should be the weakest time for the doll. Not ready to let go of each other.

"Whee……"

A little girl's shrill voice came out of the boy's mouth, and purple-black blood vessels appeared on his delicate face.

At the same time, the rag doll holding the bed board also let go, and it fell to the ground with a snap, spattering a lot of blood.

"I, I am here, here." An extremely weak voice came from the ragdoll's body.

The rag doll lying in the blood-stained body turned over with difficulty, and all the needles and threads on its stomach collapsed, revealing the blackened cotton wool and human body debris inside, as well as a dead baby with a big head.

The most terrifying thing is that the baby's body has not grown up, but there is a boy's face on the head that is disproportionate to the body.

"Son?" The middle-aged man was startled when he heard the baby's voice.

"For those Taoists, there may be a problem now. People are in the stomach of ghosts, and ghosts are in people's bodies. Killing ghosts means killing people, and saving people means saving ghosts." Han Feiyao He shook his head: "Fortunately, I'm just a wanted perverted murderer. I don't have such troubles at all. It's a big deal to kill you all."

Han Fei's mask always has a cold smile on his face: "Don't be nervous, in fact, there is no deadly feud between me and you. I am here just to ask you some questions. I want to find out what the first generation ghost is?"

"Whee……"

"If you laugh like that again, I'll tear your mouth apart." Han Fei hated similar laughter.

"I said, I'll tell you." The big-headed baby in the ragdoll opened his mouth, and all the blood vessels in his body were connected to the ragdoll: "She is my younger sister, the biological younger sister born with me, who was born during childbirth. Accidentally, only one of the two children can be kept, and my father and mother kept me and gave up her."

From the big-headed boy, Han Fei knew the reason for the appearance of the doll.

The younger sister is a child who was abandoned from birth. She didn't even have the chance to open her eyes, she was decided to live and die~www.wuxiaspot.com~ After the "rescue" failed, her body was discarded, and the new soul was trapped. In the skin of despair, she was packed with countless garbage waiting to be disposed of.

Constantly absorbing all kinds of abandoned emotions, slowly, she opened her eyes in the countless garbage and understood the first emotion - hate.

My sister's hatred is caused by being discarded. As she comes into contact with more and more discarded things, she absorbs more resentment from those relics. These things continue to converge, making her what she is now. .

At first glance, the younger sister seemed to be no different from other ghosts, but Han Fei noticed a few details.

The younger sister died before she was fully born, her soul was incomplete, and she had no memory or obsession.

The reason for the formation of other ghosts is obsession, and the younger sister, after being discarded, constantly absorbs and assimilates the emotions that were discarded on the garbage, and finally mends them together to form a monster.

"Is the original ghost also formed by the aggregation of various emotions? It is not a single person?"

"How is this similar to the reason for the formation of the deep world? The paper maker said that the deep world is formed by the accumulation of people's negative emotions and continuous deposition. Could it be that the entire deep world is a ghost?"

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